My First Time

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is not a love story.

Submitted: March 04, 2017

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My First Time

I still remember my very first time. It’s a thing that you just can’t forget no matter how hard you try. It was at an Italian restaurant if my memory is not playing tricks on me. She wore a beautiful scarlet dress. No. Not Beautiful. I hate that word. For me it never had a meaning. She wore a classy scarlet dress. It matched her long lustrous charcoal black hair and her glimmering emerald eyes. She was a woman that a man would go crazy. She is a woman that a man would kill for. Just a single word, and a life would be taken, no hesitation. She ordered a Caprese Salad with Pesto Sauce. I preferred the basic Caesar Salad. But I respected her choice. See, that very morning, I woke up starving. I had a small breakfast, but no dinner. I came into this restaurant with a great hunger, which I hoped would be satisfied, if only I had the courage. We ate, we talked, we drank wine, oh the wine was very good. It was a Mulderbosch 2014 Cabernet Sauvignon Rosé Coastal Region. Cheap I must say as it was only €14 but did it leave a good impression on her. She told me about her life, I told her about mine. It was a time well spent.

When the food was eaten and the wine was drunk, she decided she wants to go back home. She was about to call a cab but I stopped her and offered to walk her home. The hunger was growing. We were passing the amber glows of the street lights, watching her dress light up after every single one. She was perfect. But the hunger was too great, it could not wait until we reached her house. I took hold of her soft pale hand and pulled her into the closest alleyway. She did not hesitate, she did not struggle. She trusted me. She was trapped between the wall and me, a devilish grin rising up on her face in anticipation. I took off the shoulder straps of her dress of and let them drop, taking the dress itself with it. For the longest time, I was able to control the hunger, to keep it in. Over 20 years I kept it a secret. But I knew that someday it was going to happen. It was stronger than me in every way. The only thing I could do now, now that I have tasted it, is to not make any stupid mistakes. Right there, in that very alleyway, on that very night, without any hesitation, I shoved it in. It went in fully. No difficulty. The full thing in. One whimper was all that was heard. As I pulled it back out, blood started dripping. The cut was deep. There was no saving her not even if I did it in a hospital. The bleeding began, had she only but a couple of minutes left. Her blank less stare caught my eye, confusion filling her head She has trusted me, and I knew this very well. I dropped down onto my knees, sobbing, for I did not want this. I knew this was going to happen, and that there was no stopping it, but I was too scared to do anything about it. My ignorance has brought the consequences upon me, forcing me to have to deal with them. Putting on gloves, I dumped her lifeless body into the trash can beside me, closing it slowly.

“Is this what you wanted? Are you satisfied now?” My voice echoing inside my mind.

“Yes”, came the response. “For now.”


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